Letters To Luca

by M. R. Joseph

  “Leighton, I want to fuck you so hard that you forget all the others who hurt you, who betrayed you, and didn’t see the beauty that’s inside. The ones who just saw you as a fuck and that’s it. The ones who never saw what I see. A beautiful, funny, clumsy, stubborn woman. I want to bury myself in you, and not come out for days. I want to dominate your mind so that all you think and know is me when I’m inside you, even when I’m not, I want your thoughts to go to me, and only me. I’ll make you forget any of them ever existed, and you’ll be mine, you already are, I just need you to accept it. I want you, all of you.”

  I stare at him and process his words: I want you. He wants me, he wants to claim me, possess me, and I come to the realization that I’m tired of fighting this.

  I jump into his arms like my life depended on it. He tilts my head back and devours my mouth. His tongue enters and scraps inside against mine. It’s a hungry kiss, it’s electric, it’s hot. His hands find my hair and weave through the soaking wet strands. He pulls at it and I grab on to his wet locks as well. I push my way through it. He grabs my ass and carries me over to the wall beside the house. My back bangs against it and he pushes his hips into me. I feel his erection on my belly and I grind into him. He holds me with one arm under my ass, and the other one undoes the halter strap on my dress. My breasts spill out before him, and he wastes no time reaching up to hold them, circling my nipples with his strong, but tender fingers. His mouth finds each one and projects the tip of his tongue out to taste me. He blows hot breath against each hardened nipple, and I sob at the amazing feeling. I pull at the hem of his shirt and stretch it up over his chest and head. He’s all wet, and luscious, and I see the rain trickle down his hard body. His tattoos glistening in the rain by the flashes of lightening that appear. We are hungry. Hungry for each other. He licks my neck, sampling my skin, he pulls my earlobe in his mouth and sucks on it. I moan and throw my head back in ecstasy. His tongue bathes me and I feel wetness pool between my thighs. I’m still rubbing against the hardness that’s in his shorts. Luca sets me down on my feet but never breaks our carnal assault on each other’s mouths. He raises my soaked dress above my knees, to my upper thighs. The material clings to my skin, but somehow he manages to work his way up and in my panties to find my wet heat. He slides two fingers in me and moans.

  “My God, Leighton, it’s either the rain, or you are just so fucking wet because of me.” I pant and say against his lips, “It’s you Luca, it because of you. Touch me, and don’t stop.”

  He pulls them in and out of me, gently, then violently, bringing me to the brink of my release. His come hither motion inside of me makes my muscles work, tensing up, then releasing with each thrust of his skillful fingers. I lick his neck, the side of his throat, his collarbone. I feel my stomach tighten, my insides contract, and I fall apart around his fingers.

  “That’s right, baby, come for me, Leighton. Let me look at you as I make you come.” I look into his eyes and he takes me over the edge and I clench my pussy muscles around him.

  “Oh, God, Luca. I’m coming.”

  “Keep going baby, you are so beautiful when you come. I love you the way you look right now, Leighton.” He continues to stare at me in amazement. “Fuck, you are so beautiful.”

  After I come down off my high, I’m still in heat, and I need him, inside me, more than his fingers, I need him inside me. I can’t wait anymore. But first, I have my own plans for his cock at the moment.

  I pull his hand out from my panties and take his fingers to my mouth. I stick my tongue out and taste my release on them. It’s a turn on to taste myself on him and I can hardly breathe.

  “You like that?” I nod. He takes his fingers and finishes off tasting my wetness on him. He licks his lips as to savor the flavor of me.

  I grab his face, I invade his mouth with my tongue, trying to dull the ache that’s building up again between my legs. I pant against his mouth, I search his eyes and I stroke his shoulders. I let my hands wander down his chest, feeling each ripple of his tight abs. Each muscle displayed for me to touch. When I get to his waist, I trace his ‘V’ with my fingers and he shudders beneath my touch. I lower myself more and get on my knees. I hurry and undo his belt buckle and pull down his shorts. His cock springs out and it’s glorious. His soft skin is hot and throbbing and I want it, in my mouth. My need to please him over takes any other thought in my head. I lick the head and taste the dew on the tip of it. Luca moans and I look up at him. His head goes back as I take him deep in my mouth. I suck hard, then slow. I lick the sides, then plunge it into my mouth. My head bobs, as I take the long, thickness into the back of my throat

  “Oh, Jesus, Leighton, that’s it. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop. I fucking love your mouth on me.” I continue sucking and alternating between licking his length and rolling the tip of my tongue around in circles on his head. His words are just the ammunition I need to keep going, and I do until his release falls to the back of my throat. I swallow it and look up at him. His hands are in my hair and he looks at me with such lust, and wonder, and pleasure.

  I stand up and he pulls up his pants. He grabs my face again and attacks my mouth. After a few minutes he pulls away. I can taste the salt on his lips, and the smoothness of his tongue.

  “Leighton, I need to be inside you. I need to fuck you, now. I can’t wait. I need to show you, to make you feel just how much I want you. I’m taking you to bed.”

  With that, he scoops me up, I wrap my legs around his waist, and he carries me into my house. I bury my face in his shoulder. I kiss it, lick it, bite it. I want to mark him as mine. He is mine. My hope, my dream for so long, is real. He’s real.

  I forcefully open Leighton’s sliding glass door, her legs still tightly wrapped around me. She’s licking and biting my shoulder and it’s so fucking hot, we may not make it to the bedroom. I stop when I enter the living room as she attacks my mouth once again and I’m shaking so bad I’m afraid I may drop her.

  “Baby, If you continue to kiss me like that, I’m going to fuck you right here on this floor.” She gives me a small laugh and I feel her smile against my mouth.

  “I don’t really care where you take me at Luca, just take me.” She whispers.

  “Fuck me.” I let her down and take her face in my hands. She begins to back towards her bedroom, our lips still attached.

  When we get into her bedroom, she pulls away from my lips but takes a hold of both my hands. She goes to her bedside table and tries to put on the lamp. It doesn’t go on. I glance around the room. Her alarm clock is not lit up, and I think the storm knocked out the power again.

  “Powers out.” I whisper to her.

  She reaches in her nightstand and pulls out what looks like a long candle igniter. She takes a candle that beside her, and lights it. The candle is large enough to illuminate the room. Her skin is still wet and the light reflects off her skin. Her beauty is more defined, more detailed in the glow of the candle.

  “I want to see you, Luca. All of you. Take your pants off.” She sits on the edge of the bed and I pull down my shorts. I went commando tonight because of the heat. Her eyes are hooded and full of lust. I see the tip of her tongue dart out to trace her bottom lip, and she lets out a sigh when my cock stands straight out in front of her.

  “Touch yourself, Luca. I want to see you do it.”

  That request has me even harder, and want to please her so I take it in my hand and start to stroke it back and forth. She shimmies onto to the bed and lifts her dress over her head. Her breasts fall out, and they are perfect, just like her. She needs to return the favor so I tell her, “You next. Take those sexy little panties off and touch yourself Leighton.” Within a split second she pulls down her underwear, and spreads her legs for me. I can see her dampness glisten by the candlelight and I want to taste her. I take my hand off my cock, and kneel in front of her. I place my hands on either side of her thighs, and violently pull her to the edge of the bed, towards my face.

  “Leighton, c
an I taste you?” I ask her quietly.

  Her eyes go blank for a second, and she shuts them, and gives me a half smile, and it’s sexy.

  “Please.” She answers and I pull her pussy to my mouth. I moan into her flesh and she tastes so fucking good. I lick her gently, circling her clit with my tongue. I look up and her head falls back. She is resting on her elbows, then pops her head back up to look at me. Eyes, and breathing, steady and controlled for me. I need to give her more. I need to feel her shake on my face and wither beneath me. I allow my tongue to go up and down. Near her ass, right back up to her entrance. I stiffen my tongue and settle it inside her. She gasps for air and I feel her wetness across my lips, but I don’t want her to come this way. I want to be inside her, fucking her, thrusting all the feelings I have into her body. She circles her hips against my face and weaves her hands in my hair, gripping it, and holding on for dear life. She’s not being gentle, she’s rough, and every time I suck her clit into my mouth she pulls on it harder, and it drives me fucking insane. When I feel her muscles tighten, I know it’s time to be inside. I raise my head to see her watching me, intently.

  “Condom?” I ask. She bends over to her bedside drawer and digs around. While I’m waiting I stroke her inner thighs with my fingertips. Her soft skin spins me into oblivion. I love touching her, feeling her. She pulls out the condom, and takes it out of the foil package.

  “Climb onto the bed with me, Luca.” Her voice small, and weak. I oblige and climb on the bed. She sits up and grabs me in her soft, small hands. She slides the condom on, her eyes still focused on me. The feeling of her hands on me, is feverish. My body temperature is raised, and I hinder my breathing. When she’s done, I push back her shoulders slightly, and she falls back on to the pillows of her bed. Her hair sprays out from beneath her and she holds her naked knees together. Her cream colored skin looks supple, and I want to kiss every inch of her. Her breasts and peach colored nipples are firm, but rest naturally outward. Her body is like a canvas. A beautiful display of art. Suddenly the way she looks changes the way I want things to go right now. I have this girl, in her bed, naked and wanton in front of me. She is mine for the taking, and I no longer feel the desire to just fuck her. I want to make love to her. Soft and slow, rough, and constant. I look at her and rest my hand over my heart. She looks at me confused. Here I am naked and waiting to be inside her, but she stills me. She stills my heart and I wonder how this magical creature came into my life.

  “Luca, what is it?” She sits up slowly, suddenly looking afraid.

  “Leighton, I… I don’t want this to be just a fuck, a one night thing. I want this, I want you and I… I want to make love to you. Will you let me? Please?”

  She makes a sound and I’m not sure if what I said, scares her, makes her want to run, and now I’m the one who’s afraid.

  “Leighton, I’m sorry. I don’t want to scare you, I just want to be honest with you, it’s all I want.” I wait for her to respond, but the next thing I see are tears brilliantly shining in her eyes. I feel sickened and I reach for her face. I brush away a tear from her eye, and graze her cheek.

  “Please, say something. I can’t take it.” She is breaking my heart.

  “Oh, God Luca. I know and I love that you are so honest with me, I’m just so in awe of you and the way you are with me. I want nothing more than to be with you, make love to me, Luca, I need you.”

  I let out a sigh of relief and I crawl on top of her. I take her face in my hands and ease her legs apart. I look into her emerald eyes and feel them burn into me, into my soul, and I inch my way inside her. We both cry out in bliss as I enter her. Her hands are on my back and I nuzzle her nose with mine and I push in and out, gracefully. Not too hard, gently, lovingly. She feels perfect, so incredibly perfect that I could be inside her for the rest of my life. I kiss her neck, the hollow of her throat, the shell of her ear. She returns the favor, and I’m swept up in her. My release is close and I don’t want it to end, but I can’t hold out. I increase my speed and I feel her muscles tense up around my cock. She begins to thrust her hips up to meet with mine and that’s the end of me. I cry out to her and she runs her nails down my back as she comes. I bury my face in her neck and she runs her hands through my hair and I still on top of her. I’m still inside, it’s warm and tight, and I don’t want to break this contact. I raise myself up on my elbows to look at her. She takes my face in her hands and strokes my cheeks.

  “Leighton, I think I may possibly fall in love with you.” I intertwine my fingers with hers and she lifts her head slightly to reach my lips. She ever so softly applies a chaste kiss to them, pulls away and smiles at me.

  “Then let’s fall together.” I smile and breathe out. I lean down and wrap my arms around her, hold her, feel her soft breasts on my chest, and take in the moment. The moment when I know I’m about to fall in love with Leighton Parks.

  I can see the dawn creeping through the curtains of my bedroom window. It’s quiet and still except for the rising and falling chest of the sleeping man beside me. My head is nestled between his shoulder and neck. My arm is across him and I feel him breathe. I’m wide awake and I know this not a dream. You can’t feel things in dreams, because I feel this man, I’m in his arms, and I’m his for the taking, willingly, and collectively. My head peaks up to gaze at his beautiful, perfect face. His eyelashes are so long and dark, they touch his upper cheeks. His hair has the ‘just freshly fucked the shit out of this girl’ look to it, and his stubble has grown in even more bold. He makes little noises when he exhales and it’s got to be the cutest and sexiest things I have ever heard. If it’s a dream may I never wake up, and curse the person who dares to wake me. I inch away from Luca slightly and slowly raise the sheet that covers the lower half of his body.

  “Holy fucking hell.” I gasp and cover my mouth quickly as to not wake up Luca. He is a sight. His cock is semi-erect and it’s a work of fucking art. It’s like the statue David, but bigger. He moves around, adjusts his head to the other side and I can feel his grasp on me grow a little tighter. He appears to still be sleeping so the horny little minx that I am wants another peak at perfection. I go back and lift the covers again. I can’t get enough of this man. He’s mine and I can look at him from this angle anytime I damn well please, if he allows me to, which I think he will have no problem accepting. I look at his cock again and it seems to be growing, larger, and full of life, and all I want to do is touch it, feel the velvety skin in my hands, but I don’t want to wake him. I feel like I’ve been staring at it for so long, like I’m trying to pick out a flavor of ice cream and I just can’t decide.

  “Why don’t you take a picture of it, it will last longer, well maybe not depending on if you make a move.”

  I drop the sheet and fly up towards the headboard of the bed. Luca’s deep morning voice scares the shit out of me.

  “Jesus Christ, Luca. You gave me a heart attack.” I clench my chest and realize there’s nothing covering me. I feel the urge to cover my breasts so I grab the sheet and pull it towards me. Luca turns his head and sees what I’m up to.

  “Oh, no you don’t. Don’t you ever cover up that perfect skin from me.” He pulls me down on top of him and brushes the hair away from my eyes.

  “Good morning, beautiful. Sleep well?” He smiles at me and kisses me softly, pulling away before I have a chance to really enjoy it.

  “I would say that there wasn’t much sleep happening with us, but the little I did get, yes. It was good.”

  He grins at me and takes my face in his hands.

  “I see you in the mornings, I see you in the afternoons, and I see you at night, all the while always looking stunningly beautiful, but waking up next to you, nothing has prepared me for that.” I feel my heart jump and wetness form between my legs, and the ache returns there. He begins to kiss me feverishly, and my mind spins from his kiss. I feel like I did back in the restaurant a few weeks ago. His kisses are like something out of a movie, something out of a fairytale, so
mething straight out of one of my fucking books. In between kisses he mutters, “Condom.”

  I’m right on it, sir! I squirm away from him briefly to retrieve one from my nightstand. Luca continues to kiss me in the process and I laugh at the way he won’t let me go.

  After I get it, I turn around and look at his amazing face, sitting upright against my headboard, tanned, toned, and tall with just a white cotton sheet covering his lower half. I think I just died and went to hot guy in my bed heaven.

  “Well.” He says grinning sexily at me, “What are you waiting for?” Oh my fucking God!

  I attack him and he laughs. My fingers are in his already fucked this girl hair, I straddle his hips and grind into them, not caring that I’m bare chested , rubbing my tits all over him. He grips my back and thrusts his hips into me. We continue to bump and grind and I devour his mouth with my tongue. Tasting him, savoring him.

  “Put it on me, Leighton, I need to be inside you.” I pull away and tear the foil package. I unroll the condom over him and he shivers from the contact. When it’s on, I ease my way onto his cock, and he fills me to the brink. This position is masterful for feeling every inch of him inside me. I watch Luca’s face as I raise myself up and down on him, he is grasping my hips with his hands and I look at his eyes, watching me, taking me over the edge. As I ride him, I feel the familiar stir deep within me and I know I’m close to coming. I increase my speed and rock my hips over him again and again. Between the ‘Oh, God’s’ and moans of pleasure, I feel so many emotions building up inside of me. It’s almost too much and I think I could cry. His hold on my ass grows stronger and I know he’s just as close as I am to finishing.